I’d fought it for weeks—her scent, her voice, her damn light that never dimmed even when I threw every sharp edge I had in her direction. But now she kissed me like I was air and flame all at once.
Like she was done waiting. And I was fucking starving.
Her small body pressed against the boulder, her silver hair tangled between my fingers as I devoured her mouth. She moaned against me, and my cock throbbed—so hard it was almost painful.
I’d never felt anything like it. Not this kind of hunger. Not this kind of need.
I wanted to claim her. Mark her. Ruin her innocence with everything I was.
“You’re shaking,” Lilith whispered against my mouth, her nails curling into my bare shoulders. Her voice was hushed but sure, and her breath trembled across my lips.
“I’m trying not to lose control,” I rasped.
My hands were braced beside her head, every muscle in my body strung tight. She had no idea what she was asking for. Or maybe she did—and that was what scared me.
“Don’t.” Her gaze locked on mine, pale blue-colored and bright with heat. “Don’t hold back with me.”
I stared at her, silver hair spilled across the grass, moonlight painting silver across her curves. Her robe was already half open, revealing the slope of one breast, the shimmer of skin begging to be touched.
I wanted her so badly my bones ached with it—but she was a virgin. I’d never been anyone’s first. Never had to worry about being too much. Too rough. Too real.
“Lilith,” I rasped, forehead pressing against hers, “I need you to understand what you’re asking. I’m not gentle. I don’t know how to be. I’m bigger than you, stronger—I could hurt you.”
She smiled, and that look—wicked and tender—nearly undid me. “Then don’t be gentle,” she whispered. “Be honest. Be real. Be mine.”
Her words hit me deeper than any blade ever could.
Her hands fumbled between us, tugging at the laces of my trousers. I caught her wrists—gently, trembling—but she looked up at me with pure fire.
“Please,” she whispered. “Let me have all of you.”
I released her and the moment my already hard cock sprang free, she gasped. Her hand wrapped around me—so small it barely circled halfway—and I growled low in my chest, my body jerking at the contact.
“You’re so big,” she breathed, reverent and hungry. “Goddess…”
Control snapped and my mouth crushed hers, desperate and hungry. I kissed her like I’d been starving for years—because I had. She met me with fire, lips parting, tongue tangling with mine.
Her hands roamed, nails scraping down my chest with one and stroking me with another, making me groan into her mouth.
“You’re mine.” I growled, already sliding the robe from her shoulders, exposing the soft, perfect swell of her breasts.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Yours. All of me.”
Every touch I gave her made her melt more. Every sound she made turned me into a beast barely holding its leash.
I bent my head and trailed kisses from her jaw down to the hollow of her throat. She arched beneath me, gasping as my lips found her breasts, teasing one nipple between my lips, sucking until she cried out, her back arching into my mouth.
Then I cupped the other, feeling it pebble in my palm, then kissed lower, over the curve of her stomach, the sharp dip of her hips.
Her thighs trembled beneath my hands as I slid between them. I pressed a kiss to the inside of one, and she gasped when my tongue found the wet heat of her pussy.
I groaned at the taste of her—sweet, wild, addictive.
“Kieran—” She tangled her fingers in my hair, hips lifting off the ground.
I licked her until she was shaking, whimpering, pulling me closer with legs wrapped around my neck and shoulders. When her thighs began to quiver and her breath hitched, I slowed, rising over her again.
“You’re sure?” My voice was wrecked, hoarse with want. “I’ll be your first, Lilith. You still have time to say no.”
She reached up and touched my face, dragging her thumb over my lower lip. “Then say yes for me.”
I groaned and positioned myself at her entrance. She was slick, ready—but still tight, impossibly tight.
My jaw clenched, a growl rumbling through me as I fought every instinct to slam forward and claim her completely. Inch by inch, her body opened for me, her breath hitching, nails raking lightly across my arms.
When her lips parted in a silent cry, I froze. “Are you okay?” I asked, heart pounding like war drums.
She nodded, breathless. “It just… burns.”
“I’ll stop.”
“Don’t you dare.” Her legs locked around my hips, pulling me in deeper. “I want this. I want you.”
I pushed in the rest of the way, teeth gritted, every instinct telling me to move—but I held still. Her heat gripped me like a vice, and I didn’t know how long I could last if she kept looking at me like that—so full of trust. So fucking beautiful.
“F-fuck,” I groaned, every muscle shaking. “You feel like you were made for me.”
Lilith clutched at me, her hips moving experimentally. “I was,” she gasped. “I am.”
I began to move—slow, controlled, deep strokes that had her panting beneath me. She winced, then gasped, then moaned, her body adjusting to mine with each measured thrust.
Her pain faded, and in its place came fire. Desire. Her nails raked down my back, dragging snarls from deep in my throat.
“Faster,” she whispered, wrapping herself tighter around me. “Kieran, please—”
So I let go.
I drove into her with everything I’d held back, each thrust deeper, harder, the sound of our bodies colliding lost beneath the sounds she made—needy, desperate, hungry.
“Look at me,” I commanded and she met me stroke for stroke, her bright blue eyes wide open.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my back as she matched my rhythm, hips rising to meet mine.
Faster. Harder. The rhythm became primal. Desperate.
She moaned my name—over and over—her nails digging into my shoulders as her body clenched around me. Her pleasure built with every thrust, and I could feel her getting closer, her tiny frame trembling.
I kissed her hard, claiming her mouth as I claimed the rest of her. She clung to me, hair wild, sweat-slick skin sliding against mine as we moved in frantic rhythm.
“I’m close,” she moaned, clutching at my arms. “Kieran, I—”
“Come for me, little mate,” I growled, thrusting harder, deeper, until her walls clenched around me.
She cried out my name like a war cry, like a prayer, and I followed her over the edge with a raw sound that shook my bones. My release tore through me like lightning, my vision going white as I spilled inside her.
I collapsed onto my elbows, still buried deep, both of us breathless and trembling. Her fingers combed through my hair as I kissed her shoulder, her jaw, her lips—softer now. Reverent.
“You okay?” I asked, my voice low and wrecked.
She smiled, slow and smug. “Better than okay.”
I rolled to my side, pulling her with me, keeping her close and pressed my forehead to hers, chest heaving, heart no longer mine.
“I will protect you with every breath I have,” I swore. “You are mine, Lilith. My light. My mate. My everything.”